Chapter Thirteen
I’m awake earlier than I want to be, I usually like to sleep until nine on the weekends but not today. I’m awake by eight and then I remember last night and a goofy happy grin comes over me. I run to Sam’s room and start packing it up. Finding my lost panties, happy laughter bubbles up as I remember that first day and how scared I’d been but how right Sam would turn out to be.
I sigh when I see the new clothes hanging up with the tags still on them. Guys, is all I can think. Better safe than sorry, I sort through and take everything into the laundry and turn on the washing machine. I’m odd but the few things I actually enjoy doing is laundry and dishes. There isn’t much else that’s personal, except a picture of I’m assuming his parents in front of their house, and that makes me sad. Would he move more in later?
The deal I made with Taylor comes back to me and I’m biting my lip, Sam is not going to like it when he finds out about it. Rubbing my eyes I push back the thought, I can only take it one day at a time, what if Sam gets bored before it even comes to that? I can’t even go to that thought, it’s painful. If he’s still here when it came to that time, we’d deal with it then. That thought dealt with I run to get dressed.
With the hopes of a long day of nothing but sleeping and sex I find a long skirt, loose and in pinks and purples and match it with a loose pink top that slides off the shoulder.
I’m in the laundry room removing the clothes from the washing machine to the dryer when Sam finds me. I don’t hear him until he’s almost on me and then he
’s backing me up against the dryer for a long kiss. In a daze we both pull away and I know what he’s thinking before he says it and shake my head.
“Two minutes and we’ll go back to bed, two minutes.”
He nods and backs away and I load his shirts into the washer, the other load had been his jeans and cargo pants and underwear. “What are you doing? Are those my clothes? Why the hell are doing my clothes?”
I set the dryer and lead the way to the bedroom, “Because you’re a guy and didn’t do it yourself. Sam, you shouldn’t wear clothes off the rack, they put chemicals on them and sometimes they sit in dusty warehouses for ages. It isn’t a big deal.” I bend over the bed and push out my ass towards him. “I’m not wearing panties, you’ll find that out when you lift up my skirt.” I hear him tear open a condom packet and sigh with regret, I do so love the feel of him. Seconds later he pushes into me and I’m so wet he’s home in an instant.
We both groan and he starts slow, too slow for me. His hands pull off my top and his hands toy with my breasts, teasing and light and then tweaking and punishing. I plead for more and he quickens, he can feel my orgasm building and his hands move to my hips holding me in place for his pounding thrusts. Harder, I beg and he gives me what I need and I break apart under him, my whole body shaking and he’s right there with me. I fall onto the bed and crawl over, to give him room.
The water turns on in the shower and I allow my eyes to drift close. He’s back sooner than I expect. He slides into bed and pulls me into his arms and falls asleep quickly and although I’m not tired I drift to sleep with him.
I wake up and spot the clock, I’ve been asleep a little over an hour, his clothes should be done. Getting out of his arms isn’t easy, I don’t want to wake him up but every time I inch away he pulls me close. For a long minute I consider laying there with him until he wakes up but he needs a lot more sleep and the idea of the clothes sitting and waiting are making me crazy. Slowly I roll out of his arms and make it to the edge of the bed. His big hands are on my waist.
“Where are you going?” He mumbles and something in me twists, he’s obviously exhausted.
“I’ll be right back, sleep and when you wake up I’ll be right here.”
With a yawn he pulls the pillow I was on close to him and falls back to sleep.
I’m in a fog as I hang his pants and put his shirts in the dryer. I know I’ve done a day like this in the past with Charles and Troy, weekend sleepy sex in between chores and errands but today, now, feels different. The edges of the day sharper, more vivid, but yet sweetly lazy as if it was the first time. It’s a little scary and I’m trying to figure out what’s so different about this day. After a few minutes I can’t put my finger on it and my head is beginning to ache from trying. I give up, what does it matter why it’s different, it just is and I know it’s not bad, it’s just different so I shrug and tell myself to not worry about it.
At the open door into what is now our room I watch Sam sleep for a moment. I want to crawl back into bed but I had just used all my laundry detergent and it reminded me of all the shopping I need to do. At the kitchen table I make a list and then I go to the refrigerator and look through the things Sam had bought and make a note of them to buy more.
In the garage I’m about to hit the button but stop, my room is right near the garage and it’s loud when the garage door opens, loud enough to wake Sam. I look out the front window and see Sam has blocked me in anyway. Just for that I’m using his truck. His keys are on the kitchen counter next to mine and I head out the front door.
I hate shopping any kind of shopping but the grocery can be the worst. I hate it even more on the weekends when it’s all crowded and chaotic and I never remember to bring the stupid reusable bags and always have to shell out for the damn bags from the store. Usually, I run my errands after work when it’s less busy but this week I had been rushing home to be with Sam. As I unload the truck for the second time I’m huffing and cranky, it’s so humid today.
Putting the groceries away isn’t as quick as it normally is and I hope none of it goes to waste. I hate cooking or rather as Sam had said cooking for one just didn’t seem worth it. My meals were usually bought at work and brought home to heat and eat or frozen from the store. Sam had purchased a large amount of fresh fruit and vegetables and now most of them were almost gone. I had done my best to replace them, along with other items that were only partially used.
The buzzer goes off on the clothes and I’m surprised, the trip had taken almost an hour, I had thought they would be done by now. Yet, as I go through the shirts they are nicely toasted and dry without being overdone. Then again it’s a high efficiency set, clothes were never overdone. Usually, I had to override the setting to get everything dry completely. Now that everything is done I take two trips and hang them up in the free space I had created for his things and they fit, a bit snug but it all fits.
Sam shifts but he’s still asleep, he looks so peaceful I’m envious. After the chaos of the store and the humid heat of the day the idea of simply laying in his arms is too appealing to pass up. So even though I had downloaded a book I really wanted to read this afternoon while standing in line at the store, I undress and settle back into bed and onto Sam. Laying my head on his chest, I can hear the steady beat of his heart and the sound lulls me back into sleep.
I’m not so deeply asleep that I don’t notice when Sam moves from me but I’m not sure what it means until the moment I feel hot breath against me, then just a second later I feel his lips pressing into the mound of me and his name comes out as a sigh. Instantly, I’m awake and I look down and he smiles up at me with a wicked grin.
“Did I wake you?” His question is light and I laugh.
My hands go into his hair and I press him back down, “Yes, but you can make it up to me.”
A finger trails along the seam of me and then opens me for his tongue and for a long minute I can’t breathe. His tongue is reaching deep into the heart of me and I’m mindless, lost in the feel of what he does to me. He is lingering, his tongue gentle as he brings me to the edge and then he is there, sliding into me with one fierce stroke and now he isn’t lingering. His thrusts are demanding and my orgasm hits me so fast I scream from the shock of it. Sam’s mouth is on mine and his kiss is soothing as he continues to move inside me and then he groans into my mouth as he comes inside me.
He only allows a few minutes of laying on me before he rolls off and his chest is heaving to take in air. I’m still dazed but I don’t want to be away from him and roll close to him. His arm is around me and pulls me close. Groaning he sits up, “I need a shower. Be right back.”
I nod and my eyes slide back down. I’m dozing when Sam comes out of the bathroom and pulls off the sheet.
“Up, sweetheart, we need to get going or we’re going to be late.”